Greenhorn Treatment

Ramero scans his eyes around the training ground and finds the Gladiators are looking at him.

Unlike jails in modern times, there are no gangs inside this place. The Gladiators are not standing in groups, they are scattered around the training ground albeit there are some that are talking with each other.

Almost half of them are eyeing Ramero the moment he stepped inside the training ground.

Not one of them has friendly looks, they are almost glaring at him like an animal.

Now he knows that the Gladiators are only allowed to talk during training time.

'The Gladiators are allowed to talk during this training session. So basically, this session is the only chance I have to learn about this place. But I think I need to lay low for a bit, this much attention is not good' Ramero thought before he went to a desolate place away from the Gladiators' prying eyes, he went under a shade beside a training dummy in the corner.

After staying there for around fifteen minutes, the Gladiators finally averted their attention away.

Without trying to be the center of attention, Ramero tries to scan what these Gladiators are doing. Most of them are training using their chosen weapons on the training dummies, some are doing heavy exercises using sandbags, while some are sparing against each other in the arena.

Everything seems normal, but Ramero still feels that he needs to be wary about his situation.

Silver Fists' words are still giving him concern until now, and he doesn't feel like Silver Fists is lying to him. From his appearance alone, Silver Fists doesn't seem to be the joking type either and that alone puts Ramero on edge.

Glancing to the side, Ramero finds Silver Fists holding a big bastard sword.

No Gladiators are talking to him which shows that he's also one of the outcasts ones, the other Gladiators seem to be staying a certain distance away from Silver Fists which is quite odd. But sitting idly like this wouldn't get him anywhere.

Ramero silently does his exercises hoping that he would be able to complete the main quest.

'Let's do the 1 Km run first, the other two should be way easier to complete' Ramero thought before he heads to a training dummy, he wanted to roughly put the training dummy 20 meters away so he can run back and forth to the training dummy and the wall.

Without much thought, he grabs the training dummy beside him and lifted it up.

Surprisingly enough the training dummy is very heavy which makes the muscles all over his body bulge just to lift it up. At the very least, the training dummy should weigh around thirty kg which is very heavy for the current him.

If he were in his previous body, this would be a piece of cake to lift. But now it's not.

'So heavy... this is even the smaller one, then how heavy would the bigger ones be?' Ramero thought as he started to take a few steps, but then he suddenly heard fast-approaching footsteps heading towards him.

Upon hearing this, Ramero instinctively lets go of the training dummy to look to his side.

Not too far from him was a man with black long hair that falls to his shoulders charging towards him like a raging bull, the muscles all over his body is not a joke, and the sinister smile on his face shows that he was not playing around.

Although his body can't react fast, Ramero manages to roll forward to dodge the man's charge.

Boom!

Due to Ramero managing to dodge his charge, the man crashed onto the wall, creating a loud crashing sound as the wall vibrates a bit. It was shocking, the strength of the man is something that can be considered superhuman!

Ramero grits his teeth as he looks back, but a powerful force hits him on his stomach.

Bam!

"Huaakh!" Feeling the air getting forced out of his lungs, Ramero looks down and finds that the man has already landed a knee to his stomach. It feels like his entire body shatters, the pain is so unbelievable as he got sent crashing a couple of meters on the sand.

Gazing down at Ramero that is coughing blood, the man sneered mockingly.

Pointing at the training dummy on the side, the man then warned with a cold tone, "Don't touch what's mine, Greenhorn. Next time you do that, I'll challenge you to the arena or even send a request to the Regulator to challenge you to a deathmatch"

Without waiting for Ramero to reply, the man simply went back to what he was doing nonchalantly.

Spitting the leftover blood inside his mouth, Ramero raises his gaze to look at the man's back. 'I think one of my ribs broke from that... But if I'm being honest, that man can kill me right there but he held back'

Many of the Gladiators chuckled when they see this, they are clearly laughing at Ramero.

One of the passersby even spat at him before laughing while continuing on with what he was doing, but Ramero knew that he doesn't have their respect since he was new in this Gladiator School. But there's no point in trying to win their respects now.

'I'm simply too weak right now, I need to get stronger' Ramero thought.

Just as he was about to force himself to stand up, a kick landed solidly on his stomach which fractured some of his ribs again. "Stay out of my turf little man or I'll get angry" a man said harshly to the hissing Ramero.

Walking around, the man then squatted beside Ramero and lifts up his head by the hair.

"This is not the life for you little man, I suggest you go there and join the weaklings. Not that the school wants you to die, but hey, it's a better option for someone like you compared to doing a performance" the man said while forcing Ramero to look at the place he pointed at.

At the far corner of the training ground, there are a couple of corpses there.

In fact, there are three corpses there, two are lying on the ground with a short sword stabbing their throats while one is hanging by the neck with a chain tucked into a wooden pole. Ramero can clearly tell that they killed themselves.

With that being said, the man lets go of Ramero's hair and went back to his place, laughing.

Ramero stayed there trying to calm his breathing despite the stinging pain in his torso, he wanted to stand up but that was just not possible right now. In order to force himself to stand up, he needs to stay still for a few minutes.

But there is still the possibility that he would get attacked again if he stayed here.

Glancing to the side weakly and with blurry vision, Ramero finds that there's another Gladiator walking towards him with ill intent. Knowing that he needs to move, Ramero forces himself to crawl away to a safer place.

No matter how hard he tries, he can't crawl faster compared to the Gladiator approaching him.

'Fuck, I can't die like this. Any more than this then I can actually die, this body is too weak' Ramero thought, but he doesn't want to surrender to the situation. Looking around, his eyes caught sight of Silver Fists swinging his big bastard sword.

Ramero then started crawling toward Silver Fists, he was the only hope he has right now.

"Kekekeke, Greenhorn trying to crawl away. What a delightful sight!" the Gladiator commented while following Ramero jokingly, he definitely just wanted a piece of the new guy judging from his expression.

But ignoring the Gladiator's chuckle, Ramero raises his gaze to meet with Silver Fists.

Although they made eye contact for a brief second, Silver Fists averted his eyes away, wiping the hope of being saved that Ramero has. Gritting his teeth with his reddened eyes due to the veins popping in his eyes, he glared at the Gladiator that already reached his side.

Standing beside him is a man in his thirties with a sword on his shoulder.

Like most of the Gladiators here, the man has short brown hair and a messy brown beard. Ramero saw a cheeky smile on his face showing the clear ill intent the man has, and there was also a big cut on his nose that seemed to be caused by a serrated blade.

Upon seeing Ramero glaring, the Gladiator smiled, "Oh... still have some fight in ya?"

"Okay then, let's see how tough you really are Greenhorn!" the Gladiator added before he sent a kick straight to Ramero's face, it would definitely knock him unconscious or even sent him to the underworld again if it landed.

Knowing this, Ramero musters everything that's left inside his body to move.

Ramero raised both of his arms up to block the kick desperately, he feels the bones in his arms almost break from blocking that powerful kick that forced him to grunt in pain. In a desperate attempt to not get picked on and survive, he flared and lifted his body with his left arm while pinning the Gladiator's foot to the ground before he sent a spinning back elbow to the Gladiator's crotch with his right arm.

Bam!

Upon receiving that solid hit right to his crotch, the Gladiator's expression changed instantly.

Grabbing his crotch which got elbowed powerfully, the Gladiator collapsed backward in sheer pain. Even the other Gladiators that saw this felt their crotches uncomfortable, that is one solid hit that they didn't expect.

"Graggh! Fucker!" the Gladiator wailed and rolled on the ground.

Ramero didn't even realize that he managed to land that perfect hit as he stayed face down on the ground, he feels his body hurting like crazy from doing that stunt. It takes everything out of him, now he's completely out of strength.

It didn't take long though for the Gladiator to recover from that crotch hit.

With a newfound anger as the other Gladiators are laughing at him for being hurt by a Greenhorn, the Gladiator quickly went to Ramero intending to do the same to him. But when he wanted to grab Ramero, his entire body was shadowed by something.

Slowly looking up, the Gladiator finds Silver Fists towering in front of him.

Not even saying a single word, Silver Fists punched the Gladiator with his huge fist. Of course, the Gladiator managed to block the punch with two arms but it's clear that he was hurt from blocking that punch.

Planting his feet into the sand, the Gladiator managed to stop the momentum that pushes him back.

"Save your face and walks away, Laughing Butcher" Silver Fists said warningly.

Looking back at Silver Fists that is helping Ramero to go to the edge of the training ground, the Gladiator called Laughing Butcher glared at the two of them before going back to his own space. Many Gladiators teased him along the way, and that only heightens his embarrassment.

Upon reaching the edge, Silver Fists lets Ramero down to the ground and sits beside him.

"Thank you" Ramero mutters softly.

Silver Fists glanced at him briefly before he walks away without saying anything, but Ramero is still thankful as that helped him immensely. If it weren't for Silver Fists defending him then he would be beaten there by Laughing Butcher.

Maybe the guards near the gate would stop him, but the damage would be dealt with already.

While sighing to himself as he tries to sustain the pain all over his body, Ramero suddenly saw messages from the system appearing in his vision. It made his eyes widen for a little bit, he was clearly surprised.

[Vengeance Quest has been initiated!]

Beat or kill Laughing Butcher that tries to kill the host by challenging him in the arena.

Quest reward: 1,000 Points and 1,000 Exp.

[Host has triggered the Courage of the Weak special effect!]

[If the host cleared the Main Quest in under one hour then the reward will be amplified by 10x]

Ramero reads the messages and saw that he was given a vengeance quest, it's the first time he gained this. 'Beat or kill Laughing Butcher? Well, I already planned on doing that even without the Vengeance Quest' he thought.

Of course, he was not going to forget this, he would seek vengeance in the future.

Soon he sighs when he saw the messages after the Vengeance Quest and tries to catch his breath, he then looks down at his body before lifting his tunic. 'It's definitely broken, and it's very painful. Now the system basically forces me to try and clear the Main Quest in my current state...'

Although he wanted to lie down, he can't let this opportunity goes.

If he's able to finish the normal rewards then he would gain 100 Points and 100 Exp, which would make him reach level 2 which would help him in surviving this Gladiator School immensely. Due to that, Ramero doesn't want to waste it.

'Here goes nothing...'

A moment later, Silver Fists is currently training by swinging his bastard sword steadily.

But while he was wiping the sweat due to the intense heat from the sun that is right above him, he heard a couple of struggling grunting sounds from the side. Looking to the side, he finds that it comes from where he left Ramero earlier.

Squinting his eyes, Silver Fists was caught off guard by what he was seeing.

'What in the hell is he doing...'